Переводите по the view was fantastic on sunday, uncle alan took daniel and me to london in the car. uncle alan said he could find a parking space in a quiet street near tower bridge. first he wanted to show us the view from the bridge walkway. then he bought tickets for the walkway. we went up in a lift, but we weren’t allowed to come down in it again. you had to walk down the stairs – hundreds of them – at another part of the bridge. it was a beautiful day, not at all foggy, and there were a lot of people up there. the view was really fantastic! i was looking through my binoculars when i suddenly saw uncle alan’s car. and then i got a real b unit 3 41 shock. there was a man near it and he had something in his hand – a screwdriver! “that man down there! he is going to steal your car! ” i shouted. “where? ” asked uncle alan. “quick, give me your binoculars! ” “come on,” daniel said. “we’ve got to stop him.” but it wasn’t so easy. we got stuck in the crowd and we were hardly able to move. poor uncle alan was very worried. “oh, dear! ” he said. “i hope the car will still be there when we get down. it isn’t mine, you know, it belongs to the company. perhaps he will steal the radio – but it’s a new one! why didn’t we come by underground? excuse me, please! ” at last we were at the bottom of the stairs. we ran round the corner into the street, and there was the car ahead of us. there was a piece of paper behind the windscreen wiper: “who’s ken? ” i asked. saw your car here. “a friend from the offi ce.” what about lunch in the “so it wasn’t a screwdriver in prospect of whitby? the man’s hand – it was a biro! ” i’ll be there at 12.30. ken (the prospect of whitby is a pub near the thames – a very famous one.)